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			<title>The Turnoff</title>
			<description>I remember lights whooshing by outside the windows. The moon was on the other side of the world at&amp;nbsp;two in the morning and headlights closing in made me flip my rearview mirror up. The driver slammed on his horn even though there were two empty lanes on either side of me, but I still eased my fo..</description>
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			<title>The Theater</title>
			<description>The line was long, and you feel as though you&amp;rsquo;ve been waiting for nearly a score. You finally made it to the front and the girl behind you squints in envy. It&amp;rsquo;s not your fault you arrived first, but impatience is known to birth resentment. You don&amp;rsquo;t even notice her. As you walk up ..</description>
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